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Morning, dawn

You're not with me

A sad moment

And no cigarettes

There's a letter in my pocket

Where you had wrote

That I'm the best

Never met anyone else

So romantic

Yes, it's true

It even touched me

I'm not gonna lie

What's the point

When you're not around

What the point

In crying over it?

I remember your gaze

Your gentle hands

Your wonderful outfit

On that cursed day

You were so beautiful

I remembered you

Ever since that day

I'm a ridiculous shadow

Please, remember

About me sometime

Like once upon a time

On that very bench

Sitting there, smoking

Watching the sunset

Now I'm alone

I'll welcome nobody

Yes, I really don't think I've ever felt as alive and as happy as I have in these few days I've been with you. Yes, everyone around me says that I need to move on, and I, of course, agree with them to a huge extent, but how is this even possible, when my life without you now looks like an endlessly monotonous vicious circle, in which I only sleep and endure another unremarkable day? I will try my best to move on and overcome all the shit, but in my memory you will always remain a painfully pleasant memory, that gives me a lump in my throat